I have a strong earthly tie to trees…especially weeping willows. Years ago we planted two weeping willow trees in the backyard and I would frequently find myself down at the bottom of our property standing under the trees feeling secure and letting the leaves gently brush along my arms or my head. I left a lot of sadness and angst to those trees.
My dad used to plant a lot of trees in our back yard when I was a kid. I think he felt the trees too. I didn’t think he would ever harm a tree; but, after my Grandma passed away, he had a large grove of trees removed from the farm in order to expand the planting area. I was no longer a kid…I was an adult and it shook me. I understood but I was devastated.
This morning, we cleaned up some limbs on trees in our back yard. I take no credit…he did all of the work but I offered my valuable opinion. Several limbs were hanging down over our deck and out in the yard, several were just gasping for relief – close enough to the ground to become a problem.
This one … Not so much…it was unsightly
If you made it through here and think I’m a total nut…thats okay…happy to confirm…but if you understand me – tree hungers unite!
Until next time….